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swalla lyrics

swalla : lyrics

Drank
Young Money.
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bi***
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
I’m that bi***, and he know, he know

How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pu**y game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bi***es two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line s***s
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My s*** slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya my love (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)